Kunpeng's figure pierced through clouds and mist, carrying them farther and farther away from the Black Tortoise Immortal Platform.
Yuan Chengsi gave a light cough, stroked his beard, and said, "Sixth Junior Brother, we're far enough away. Stop pretending. Since when did you become so deep-minded?"
Though he had seemed imposing just now, he had merely lightly sprayed Chen Xun. Chen Xun's liver-colored face, as though he had been suppressed, had looked so convincing that Yuan Chengsi had nearly believed it.
The way he addressed his disciples was rather peculiar as well: eldest, second, ... youngest, as though they were his own children rather than disciples under his tutelage.
Yet in this Great Age of immortal cultivation, masters were like fathers, so such forms of address did not seem strange.
Yuan Chengsi had also seen through Sixth Junior Brother's thoughts, which was why he had hurriedly taken him away. As for that nonsense about eating feast, it was likely just Sixth Junior Brother's excuse. Fu Shi Religion had never had such a custom.
Fourth Senior Brother White Duck's expression changed in alarm. In an instant, he raised his enormous backside and waddled arrogantly to the side. "Sixth Junior Brother, although Senior Brother here sat on you with my butt, don't blame me. This was Master's instruction!"
"Quack~!"
He was quite quick-witted, immediately throwing the blame onto his own master first.
At those words, Yuan Chengsi's face darkened. Chen Xun's face, seated atop Kunpeng's back, darkened even further—so dark that it was a face full of gloom. Dead duck, don't let This Dao Ancestor find an opportunity... I'll definitely squat on you!
Yin Jiu Mei, the fifth senior sister of the Yinming Spirit Clan, had a flash of realization pass through her eyes without betraying it. Sixth Junior Brother was simply